Today was a day of little action and almost no accomplishment. Strangely, it sped by and the afternoon had arrived before I'd barely greeted the morning. On this second day of Christmas I was once again crippled by the anger and hopelessness that comes over me at odd intervals since Becky's death. It's disheartening to still feel so low. Must be twice so for poor Bruce who must bear with me. And he does, with surprisingly good grace.
So, on this second day of Christmas, I am grateful to have pulled out of my low spirits by this evening. I can go to sleep feeling more like my old self.